My Killing President

The simple question dumbfounded Annabelle and left her at loss of word. Alistair looked as if he knew and was just waiting for her to answer.

“Mr. Mu, I think you are mistaken. I just got back recently (from London), how could we have cross path before?” Annabelle forced a most unsuspecting smile.

“Mr. Mu, I have a lot of work to do, so I really must go.” Annabelle ducked under his arms and hurried out the door, not waiting for his response. Once she was out she raced across the hallway and disappeared behind the corner.

Alistair however still had his arms on the wall. A little caught off guard, all he could do grin from ear to ear. He was greatly amused, like a hunter who had just found his game.

What a woman!

Annabelle stopped in an empty hallway. She put her palm on her chest and took some deep breaths, trying to soothe her frenzied heartbeat. All she could think about was what had just happened with Alistair. She thought about his actions, his words and his demeanor…

Was he really that unaware?

Or did he intentionally act that way?

into him during her second

you deliberately deceived him, what do you think he

question began to resound in

will have to pay for my

pressure like this much

word that could best describe me was “luck.” Now, just drop

probable and definitely the most logical outcome. It wouldn’t take Sherlock Holmes to figure it out, and

Luckily, Annabelle was certain that the president would fire her because of the conflict earlier

of being discredited, I might as

made up her mind and decided

bummer! Resigning on the first day at

to be safe than sorry. To avoid unnecessary risk, she

towards her department. It was then her phone rang. Dorie

“Hello,”